#multifarious

[moblovergrrl]

You know it's always been weird to me that, when don a man who has presumably been working with dangerous chemicals for Years. Suddenly gets his hands covered in a mysterious substance and then IMMEDIATELY GRABS AT HIS FACE

[infernoparadis]

. starter for @multlfarlous [ haruno sakura ]

The sun was barely cresting the horizon when Itachi stirred awake. The quiet cluck of hens outside drifted in through the half-open window, mingling with the scent of damp earth. He rose slowly, every movement cautious; his body no longer a battlefield, but still fragile, as memories of his illness still lingered.

Sliding the patio door open, he stepped into the small yard. His chickens perked up the moment they saw him, wings fluttering and feathers shaking as they crowded around his legs. He leant over, scattering handfuls of feed from the pouch he kept near the coop. When the feed was gone, he refilled their water and checked their coop, ensuring the hatch was latched correctly.

Once the chickens were happy and wandering, he retreated indoors. A fresh pot of tea was set to brew. Today, a nurse from the village clinic was scheduled to visit. His illness required monitoring, and while it was silent now, the chance of it waking again was too great to leave be.

With the tea steaming and the sound of the hens faint in the background, Itachi seated himself at the low table by the window. He let his gaze wander toward the path leading to his home, calm and still as he waited for the nurse to arrive.

[wylkstone]

DUSK WAS FALLING, AND ALMA AND THE HUNTER had not yet returned. Anxiety is like a growing weight in his chest, making him feel shivery and irritable. Cupped within his hands, a tea mug remains, its contents having long cooled. Nata had savored its warmth before Alma first left, but as the hours passed and the kettle grew cold, he all but steadily forgot it was there.

The billowing cool breeze of the Windward Plain in Fallow runs through his sleeves, leaving him with a certain chill around the collar of his shirt and cardigan. Nata shuddered, but stubbornly remained sitting by the camp entrance, hopeful that sometime soon, he'd see two tiny silhouettes appear on the sandy plain; his friend and guardian returning by seikret.

. . . Alas, all that changes is the slow shift of shadows as the sun continues to climb down the hazy sky towards the horizon, and Nata can only stifle a small whimper of concern.

@multlfarlous - plotted starter!

[thesilvermoonrays]

@multlfarlous Said (രᴗര๑)⸝ PAT PAT PAT (choosing Jakal <3 )

Send "PAT PAT PAT" to pat my muse on the head

Two twitches, both ears. He's on watch tonight, Inuyasha trusted his own nose more than he trusted any human's sense of anything. Until they found some kind of civilization where the guy would be safe, Jakai was his responsibility problem. The hanyō had been seated by the fire, eyes, ears, and nose on alert. Later autumn was approaching, and that meant he could feel the chill just as humans could.

Warmth in any capacity was a comfort, hence why arms were stretched, palms open towards the flames.

...

Blink blink.

Golden eyes slowly raised, why was his head being patted? He's trying really hard not to roll his eyes back so far he can see his own DNA. Deep inhale through the nose (if just for the comforting scent of a campfire's smoke) before his body shifts, expression rather unimpressed while the other man's hand is still clearly atop his hair.

"...There a reason you're doin' that? I told ya what I am in your native language. Half demon, d'ya think being a dog demon means I'm gonna roll over for ya just 'cause you're pettin' my head like this?" He didn't get it. When it was a human who wasn't taught the prejudice at an early age, they always seemed downright fascinated by his ears.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

...

"Your hand's still on the top of my head, Jakal."

[thevermillionillusionist]

Finishing the last knot on the rope restraints, the rowdy bunch of bandits were dealt with and ready to be taken by proper authorities. The masked ANBU had lucked out on his arrival after having been alerted by his crows of a problem nearby the village's borders. He wasn't aware of just how bad the problem could had been until he had shown up to see one against several armed individuals. Now did he think this woman was truly in danger? Fact was that he was more than aware of the strength she possessed. Not just from stories but from knowledge from the past. Kakashi's and even Tsunade's student would had put these guys under in a heartbeat. In a way, he probably saved these guys from a very painful fate. At the same time, their fates weren't any better as they would be handed in and dealt with by Konoha's forces.

"I've been tracking this group for quite some time, but I hadn't expected them to make a daring move like this. Foolish on their part," he spoke out as the masked male turned to look over to the pink haired kunoichi. Onyx hues hidden behind the eyes of the mask, he would take a quick moment to make sure she was alright before disappearing. The longer he was there, the more problems he could have later on. After all, he wore gear of the Konoha's ANBU. He hadn't been involved with the ANBU since his younger teenage years. In fact, he was suppose to be among the deceased. Even then, he found himself walking among the living once more. What he had decided to do with his spare time? He found out that sitting back and living in peace didn't settle well with one that was use to active duty. Perhaps his own sins wouldn't allow him to sit back. Whatever his reason, he was working under the mask to deal with lighter issues in order to keep his home safe. Working within the shadow's of Konoha, a true shinobi, is the life he had lived and he guessed he'd continue to live.

"Are you alright?" he'd finally ask.

@multifarious

[explodcor]

@multlfarlous said: Ocha stands hand on chin expression very thoughtful, "Maybe they think you're possessed because of your intense anger and shouting?"

"OI! I AIN'T POSSESSED!" Katsuki exclaimed, clearly not helping his case. "ANYONE WOULD BE PISSED OFF IF SOMEONE WAS THROWING SALT ALL OVER THEM!"

[hatredcurse]

cont. — @multlfarlous

It was maybe a day or so before a reply was returned. Same method, same hawk. When observed closely, its eyes seem to carry a red sheen in the light.

The reply was only a destination:

Central Grass Plains; 30 miles North of Konoha.

Sasuke had no intention of driving Sakura too far from her home, yet wanted to stay far enough that the usual security on the perimeter could not bother them. He had hoped it was an agreeable middle ground, for he had already went on his way there.

Away from any major township, a small village sat unobscured by the usual light-oppressive forestry that plagued the rest of Fire Country. Along with that was the lack of modern infrastructure, clearing the skies totally from light pollution and allowing the sea of stars to shine upon the clearing.

The Uchiha stationed himself outside its low-sitting gate. His hawk summon perched on his shoulder in wait, marking the confirmation that indeed it was him forwarding correspondence and no imitator.

[conundrumcomics]

"Adless"